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legionmissions2016-06-09 01:44 am
legionnpcs) wrote in legionmissions2016-06-09 01:44 am
The Drunkening
Who| Open to everyone!
What| A night on the town
Where| Galaxic, the hottest new club/bar in New Metropolis
When| After all the galactus stuff
Warnings/Notes| Almost guaranteed to have drunken children
The line outside Galaxic went around the block but all the Legionnaires had to do was flash their flight rings and even the people waiting in line wanted them to be allowed in first. As promised by the management, they were allowed in without a cover charge, and they would also find that every drink and food order was free. The United Planets as a whole definitely knew how to show their appreciation for the Legion.
In the 18+ side of the establishment, there were two sections. One was a more standard bar, decorated in a way that made it a perfect blend of classy and glitzy. The blue lighting and organically sculpted wall sconces gave it a bit of glamour, but the bar, the floor, the chairs, the padded stools, and all the tables were made from a smooth, dark, lacquered hardwood. The menu had a nice array of food from a variety of cultures, and alongside synthehol (like Silverale), the bar had made a daring (retro) decision to serve a few varieties of actual alcohol, for the adventurous and/or old-fashioned to try.
In the other section of the 18+ side, there was a dance floor and music, and the soundproofing was good enough that the music couldn't really be heard in the main bar. Deeper in the dancing area, it turned out that the adult side had its own anti-grav moon bounce, too.
In the 14-18 side of the establishment, everything was a little more hip, and it was split into a multi-floor club. The first floor had a massive dance floor, with multi-colored neon rave lights, and patterns projected in high definition on the dance floor. The dancefloor had a lounge area around it full of poofy purple couches and chairs for people to rest in. There was a seating area with tables there as well, opposite the side of the room with the DJ. While this little area looked like nothing more than a cafe with snacks and non-alcoholic beverages, it was also a bar and synthehol was also served here (though alcohol wasn't). Some of the drinks glowed in the dark or looked like swirling galaxies.
The first floor had an open ceiling that allowed club-goers to look up and see the other two levels of the club, and allowed the music to be heard on those levels, too. On the second level was an arcade, filled with very futuristic games, including Simroom suites and other virtual reality festivities. The third level held a massive room with a high ceiling and an anti-grav moon bounce, where club-goers could bounce off the walls and floors and floating bounce pads to dance around and mosh to the music.
Both the adult and younger side of the club served synthehol, which was non-addictive and hard to taste when mixed into drinks. While it was possible for someone drinking it to get very, very drunk, no matter how much they drank it wouldn't cause any harm to their bodies or cause them to throw up or black out.
The club/bar was filled to the brim with sentients of many species, all hoping to have a fun night on the town.
[ooc: Players can feel free to make up details about the food, drinks, and games.]
What| A night on the town
Where| Galaxic, the hottest new club/bar in New Metropolis
When| After all the galactus stuff
Warnings/Notes| Almost guaranteed to have drunken children
The line outside Galaxic went around the block but all the Legionnaires had to do was flash their flight rings and even the people waiting in line wanted them to be allowed in first. As promised by the management, they were allowed in without a cover charge, and they would also find that every drink and food order was free. The United Planets as a whole definitely knew how to show their appreciation for the Legion.
In the 18+ side of the establishment, there were two sections. One was a more standard bar, decorated in a way that made it a perfect blend of classy and glitzy. The blue lighting and organically sculpted wall sconces gave it a bit of glamour, but the bar, the floor, the chairs, the padded stools, and all the tables were made from a smooth, dark, lacquered hardwood. The menu had a nice array of food from a variety of cultures, and alongside synthehol (like Silverale), the bar had made a daring (retro) decision to serve a few varieties of actual alcohol, for the adventurous and/or old-fashioned to try.
In the other section of the 18+ side, there was a dance floor and music, and the soundproofing was good enough that the music couldn't really be heard in the main bar. Deeper in the dancing area, it turned out that the adult side had its own anti-grav moon bounce, too.
In the 14-18 side of the establishment, everything was a little more hip, and it was split into a multi-floor club. The first floor had a massive dance floor, with multi-colored neon rave lights, and patterns projected in high definition on the dance floor. The dancefloor had a lounge area around it full of poofy purple couches and chairs for people to rest in. There was a seating area with tables there as well, opposite the side of the room with the DJ. While this little area looked like nothing more than a cafe with snacks and non-alcoholic beverages, it was also a bar and synthehol was also served here (though alcohol wasn't). Some of the drinks glowed in the dark or looked like swirling galaxies.
The first floor had an open ceiling that allowed club-goers to look up and see the other two levels of the club, and allowed the music to be heard on those levels, too. On the second level was an arcade, filled with very futuristic games, including Simroom suites and other virtual reality festivities. The third level held a massive room with a high ceiling and an anti-grav moon bounce, where club-goers could bounce off the walls and floors and floating bounce pads to dance around and mosh to the music.
Both the adult and younger side of the club served synthehol, which was non-addictive and hard to taste when mixed into drinks. While it was possible for someone drinking it to get very, very drunk, no matter how much they drank it wouldn't cause any harm to their bodies or cause them to throw up or black out.
The club/bar was filled to the brim with sentients of many species, all hoping to have a fun night on the town.
[ooc: Players can feel free to make up details about the food, drinks, and games.]
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Several other patrons were watching this friendly argument by that point, and Grif could not have been more pleased. He liked all this attention.
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Hal sounded utterly unconcerned. He was still here, the universe was still here. Ergo, not as stupid as it sounded.
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The bartender plunked another drink in front of him, and he paused for a sip.
"So, I let another cosmic entity take my body for a joyride to fight him, and thankfully this time we got it back out of me before I decided that rewriting the timestream was a cool idea."
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"How many cosmic entities are there? Cause it's starting to sound like there are just an infinite number of these assholes waiting to show up whenever it's inconvenient."
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Parallax had been news. And then the rest of the emotional spectrum, so of course there was one for every color there, and then that had to include black and white...
Hal was getting pretty sick of cosmic powers, honestly.
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It was good for the image he was trying to project, at least.
"Us? We just had aliens. Seriously ugly ones."
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They had ugly ones too, sure, but they also had some pretty attractive ones. Of course, all of Hal's time out in the galaxy had left him with a fairly flexible definition of "attractive." Possibly a scandalous one, depending on one's perspective.
(...some of the fanfiction was probably more accurate than anyone knew.)
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...God that had been weird, because it was the guy he knew who had the baby.
It was still a good opportunity to rib Hal about the reputation he was developing. "Maybe I'm too judgmental though, you'd have to see them for yourself. How do you feel about mandibles?"
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"Aesthetically I could take or leave them, but it's what you do with them that counts."
Are you sure you want to tread this path, Grif?
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In that case, game on.
"Oh, so you have experience?" he said. "Keep in mind that and they're all like twice your size, dude."
Aliens are scary, but using them to make fun of someone really helps cut back on the residual fear.
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Hal casually drains his glass and waves to the bartender for a refill. Yeah, no big deal, just admitting that he might find giant bugs hot, or at the very least good lays.